Lee wanted to crouch on the floor of the rental house in the city village, where the tape was torn open and the last second-hand keyboard was put in a cardboard. The cell phone dingled twice, and he looked at the screen — and jumped in three new orders. The calendar on the wall was rounded with red pens on 18 june, six months before he resigned as a “breather”, and the number of orders remained steady at 1003. This has to start last winter. At that time, 28-year-old lee had just been laid off by an internet company, lying in a rental house for three days with $20,000 in compensation. One night, mobile phones were brushed and it was discovered that there were people in the community who were looking for old-fashioned games at 10 times the purchase price of the waste station. "do you want to try?" he flipped the ash psp onto the second-hand platform, and didn't expect to be shot the next day. When the delivery package was removed, he was moved by the buyer's phrase “final childhood memories”. The original supply was “sweeping the streets”. Every morning, at 5 a. M., lee wanted to travel through the old market with a second-hand electric car, and saw the dusty old camera, the yellow comic book and the light. On one occasion, he turned over to an old radio at the scrap station, at a price of 50 for the owner, who spent half an hour cutting to 30, went home to change his face and sold 300. "the key is to understand." he smiled in the back of his head, "now there are more than 200 maintenance classes on his cell phone, lying in his bed at night." the real turning point was to find out that there was a "bad message." one day he drew a story saying that a mechanical keyboard that was out of production had become a new favor for programmers. Overnight, the city's second-hand population received more than 20 harvests at a price below 30 per cent of the market price, which was cleaned and fitted with custom-made caps and sold out in two weeks. "no way is not to play the game." he pulled out his cell phone to display chat records, and a client was willing to make a down payment to buy a copy of it, pending his transfer across the province. Six months later, lee wanted to come up with a set of “gold law”: pick-up in the morning, pick-up at 8 p. M., write a “story” for each commodity, such as “one year's post-95 programmer's own mechanical keyboard, which is as soft as his first love”, and hand-written blessing cards. Last month, a girl bought her old guitar and later sent a video — she used it to play at school parties, and the screen was full of “links”. Now, lee wants to rent an empty room next door as a warehouse and hire two part-time college students to pack. Last month, when she sent $50,000 to her hometown, her mother repeatedly confirmed on the phone, "is your money clean?" he smiled at the cut-off of the order, and the number “1003 sold” on the screen flashed. The sun outside the window slashed and came in, putting gold on the boxes piled up in small hills, taped sound, bagging sound, cell phone alerts, and in this ten-metre-metre cabin, playing the struggles of ordinary people。
